Do You?

Do you see me now
You’re about all I see

Your name is never
far from my lips

I couldn’t have known it
but I’ve been missing you all my life

how can that be
felt it when we met

puzzle pieces
milled to fit

it can’t be
this easy…

Can’t

cant let myself fall
not again

not this way
not this time

cant let myself fall
not now

not here
not this then or how

cant, just cant
let myself fall

for you

Like a Donkey…

You stand on your soap box
braying like a donkey

think your words are like honey to the bee
more like filth to the fly

said the man in the mirror

The one where we dance…

Dance, baby, dance
the world ended last night

this is all we have left
shake your hair, your hips – shake your ass

Dance, baby, Dance
the sky is burning above us

but as long as we keep moving
we stand one final chance

Dance, baby, Dance

The one where I wander…

I wonder
and so I wander

there’s a path
out there somewhere

straight and narrow
or steep and winding

starting is the only way
to make it to the finish

and I wonder which way to go
so I wander

looking for that star to follow
maybe to see the Southern Cross

this world has many roads
I want to roam them all

taste them all
touch them all

What do you do?

What do you do
when the tears on the pillow

finally dry
and leave no trace

what do you do
when the bed is no longer empty

and the sheets
are warm in the morning

what do you do
when the quiet is shared again

and the footfalls
are familiar

what do you do
when your dreams are full

and the nights
they’re long, but not so much

what do you do

In The Sharing

Is the sharing of a tear
the same as a kiss

with a touch
so enduring

souls even closer
than an embrace

and no one
will ever understand

and we can
never tell them

The Way of Evil, The Way of Light…

“When you’re lovers in a dangerous time, Sometimes you’re made to feel as if your love’s a crime — But nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight — Got to kick at the darkness ’til it bleeds daylight” – “Lovers in a Dangerous Time”, Bruce Cockburn

We’ve got to kick at the darkness ’til it bleeds daylight.  Today that rings so true.

Why do things like what happened in Colorado last night happen?  I’ll be damned if I know and I’m suspicious of anyone who claims to have an explanation.

Some will be quick to blame guns and our “gun culture”.  I reject that argument out-of-hand.  Prohibition doesn’t work and guns are just tools.

Is it instead a societal issue?  Our violent culture?  I don’t buy that either.  We are not automatons to be programmed.

Do the horrific actions of one individual say anything about anything other than their own state of being or intentions?  I don’t think it does.

So then, why do we immediately search for external sources of blame in the face of such tragedies?

Not much in the way of answers, I have just as many questions as everyone else.

Was he insane?  I’m sure his attorneys will argue as much.  After all, how could a sane man do such a thing?

We are all continually in search of meaning.

Life, death, love, hate, time, space and eternity.  What does it all, or any of it mean?

Sorry if this rambles, my thoughts are much the same way right now.  More than usual.

Anyway, back to the beginning – “kicking at the darkness”, it’s a poetic way to say that we cannot simply stand around with our hands in our pockets.  We must act.  Everyday.

Sorry.  Was trying for profound, got jabbering instead.

Lonesome Tonight?

are you lonesome tonight
the King wants to know

do two lonely souls
make one whole

is it like the math
from our school days

are you lonesome tonight

Song to Sing

I’m looking for a song to sing
she’ll make me whisper, make me roar

one that will suck the wind
from my lungs, breathe life in to me

bounce my step and lengthen my stride

I can feel her wind my hair
her sun on my face

and there’s a fluttering…